Thread continuation for thetaintedsorrow.

[goatsongs]

[from here]

Heh. I can think of plenty of people who'd call me vain for drinking to that one. Lucky I'm drinking with you instead.

[Chuuya drinks, naturally.]

Well, never have I ever been a sexy redhead.

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[thesettingsun]

[While Chuuya is unlocking his door, Dazai takes in their general appearance - mussed clothes, tangled hair underneath the hats, satisfied smiles, super drunk - and turns bright red.]

Th-that won't be necessary, Ihavetogo!

[He makes a quick escape down the hallway.

Chuuya rolls his eyes as he finally gets his door open.] Ignore him, Dazai's always like that.

[thetaintedsorrow]

Hahh? Dazai??

[Okay, even in his drunken state Chuuya is coherent enough to realize that that’s fucking weird. He could deal with another Chuuya, but another Dazai as well??? No way.

He follows other-Chuuya inside and proceeds to fold his coat over a nearby chair and place his hat on top of it, followed by his gloves. That’s about all he manages before flopping down onto the bed, eyes fixing on the ceiling as he tries to make sense of such odd coincidences.]

This is fuckin’ weird...how are there two Dazai’s...

[goatsongs]

[Chuuya settles down on the floor. If there are two Dazais, that's a little weirder for a 'coincidence' than just two Chuuyas who are short and have great taste in hats.]

One Dazai's more than enough. The world doesn't need two of that peach blossom bastard.

[thetaintedsorrow]

[Oh right. This isn’t his bed. Oops. Chuuya sits up and dangles his legs over the edge with a frown.]

That Dazai doesn’t seem anything like the one I know, but it’s still fuckin’ bizarre.

[Chuuya hugs his knees to his chest and rests his chin on them as he tries to make sense of the situation...

And fails.]

Oi. Why’s that guy so afraid of you, anyway? You kick his ass or something?

[goatsongs]

I wish. Nah, he's just a wimp. The first time we met I got drunk and almost made him cry.

[It's an amusing story if you're not Dazai.]

[thetaintedsorrow]

He’s nothing like the bastard I know.

[While the Chuuyas may be similar, the Dazais certainly aren’t, but somehow that’s a bit of a relief. Two ADA Dazais running around would be absolute fucking chaos.]

You can have your bed back, by the way. Unless you don’t mind sharing.

[goatsongs]

I'll share.

[You can't say it isn't big enough for both of them, after all.

Chuuya climbs into his bed, staying to one side of it. He's just sleeping in his clothes, aside from his hat which gets tossed onto a nightstand.]

G'night.

[thetaintedsorrow]

Thanks.

[Chuuya is relieved that he isn’t being kicked out yet. This actually isn’t the weirdest spot he’s crashed before, and he definitely can’t complain about the company, so he scoots just a liiiiittle bit closer and curls up next to tiny-Chuuya.]

G’night.

[The next morning other-Chuuya will most definitely find Mafia-Chuuya clinging to him, one arm tossed over his chest and a leg pinning him down.]

[goatsongs]

[Hangovers are an almost permanent state of being for Chuuya. He's either drunk or hungover, nothing else.

However, he does manage to get up at something resembling a reasonable hour, if only because he has a job to do and he'd rather have some booze in him before he goes off to fight.

Through the hangover haze, Chuuya recognizes that someone is clinging to him, and it's probably the guy he slept with last night.]

Oi. Get up.

[He attempts to make his escape, but it's doomed if he can't get other-Chuuya to move.]

[thetaintedsorrow]

Hnnn...five more minutes...

[Chuuya grumbles in response, his grip only tightening as he nuzzles his face into other-Chuuya’s neck. He smells good, if not a little bit like booze, plus he’s extremely warm...]

Lemme sleep...

[He says that, but then his hand wanders beneath other-Chuuya’s shirt to slide across his bare chest.]

[goatsongs]

[He's warm and his hand is warm, and Chuuya would very much like to stay here in bed for a while, but-]

Let go, I have work.

[He is not above just kicking other-Chuuya if he doesn't let him out of bed.]

[thetaintedsorrow]

[Chuuya huffs and stays curled around other-Chuuya for a second longer, but he’s not unreasonable; he knows how important work is, so he rolls over and curls in on himself instead.

He should get up and go soon, but...]

See ya later then.

[He waves over his shoulder, and if other-Chuuya leaves him to his own devices he’ll end up staying here until he gets back.]

[goatsongs]

[Chuuya is gone long enough to have breakfast, get drunk, and do a few book delves. He shoots a bunch of Taints in the face, gets attacked by a bunch of Taints, and spends the whole time wishing he was still in bed.

When his duty for the day is over - so late in the morning - he makes his way back to his room and flops onto his bed, whether or not other-Chuuya is still in it.]

Ughhhh.

[thetaintedsorrow]

[As luck would have it, Mafia-Chuuya is still occupying the bed, though at one point he did get up, wander the halls to find a bathroom, and wandered back to collapse onto the bed once again. His hair is a mess and his clothes are disheveled, but he’s still rather lovely, even in his still slightly hungover state.]

Welcome back.

[Chuuya yawns and gravitates towards other-Chuuya once again, and once he’s close enough he can smell the booze wafting off of him.]

Damn, already hitting the booze this early? I’m almost a little jealous.

[goatsongs]

[Mafia-Chuuya is always pretty, obviously.]

Don't be, half of it's just because withdrawal is a bitch.

[And the other half is because he has no healthy grieving techniques, so. Fun for everybody.]

You take the late shift?

[thetaintedsorrow]

Mmm...you could say that.

[As long as he’s reachable by phone he’ll be fine. He can zip across town on a moment’s notice if need be, but so far things have either been rather calm, or the rest of the Mafia was destroyed while Chuuya was out being irresponsible. Somehow he doubts that, though.]

Thanks for not kicking me out, by the way.

[Chuuya reaches out and slides his fingers through a bit of that silky blonde hair with a grin.]

Last night was pretty fuckin’ hot.

[goatsongs]

[Doubtful. This thread isn't serious enough for that.

Chuuya grins when other-Chuuya starts playing with his hair: it's good they steered this back to flirting, because genuine gratitude is not something he knows how to deal with. Flirting is way easier.]

Sure was. But, you know... I might not keep lube everywhere in the library, but I do keep it in my room. If you're interested.

[thetaintedsorrow]

[It sure isn’t.

Chuuya is feeling more than a little playful right now, and he leans in to lightly nip at other-Chuuya’s neck.]

Hell yeah I am.

[He picks up where he’d left off earlier, hand sliding beneath other-Chuuya’s shirt to tease a nipple between his thumb and index finger.]

Should I fuck you? Or do you wanna fuck me?

[goatsongs]

Fuck me.

[He doesn't even have to think about it, which is good because other-Chuuya's being very distracting right now. He runs his hands through Chuuya's incredibly pretty hair before moving on to unbutton his shirt.]

If your cock feels half as good in me as your tongue did, I'd call that a success for your first time pitching.

[thetaintedsorrow]

[Chuuya sure as hell isn't gonna argue with that. In fact, the request gets him fully hard in record time, and he rewards other-Chuuya by sucking a nice little bruise onto his collarbone. His fingers dance across bare flesh until he reaches the waistband of tiny-Chuuya’s pants, and without hesitation he deftly unbuttons and unzips them and proceeds to rub him through his underwear.]

Then you should get yourself ready for me. Or I can do the honors...

[goatsongs]

Both of those sound fun, but I think I'll handle it.

[Even with Mafia-Chuuya being incredibly distracting, Poet-Chuuya can still manage to reach under his nightstand and grab a tube of lube, which he promptly slicks his fingers up with. After pulling down his underwear one-handed - more difficult than you'd think - he spreads his legs so that the other Chuuya has an excellent view of him sinking one finger inside himself.]

[thetaintedsorrow]

Fuck, you’re hot...

[Chuuya’s voice is much lower now, almost a purr as he leans back to watch tiny-Chuuya fuck himself open. He wants to tease the other’s cock with his hand, or his mouth, but he also wants this to last, so he keeps his hands on other-Chuuya’s chest instead, lightly dragging his nails down pale flesh.]

How do you want me to fuck you?

[goatsongs]

Fuck me hard-

[Chuuya doesn't stop working his finger in and out of himself as he answers other-Chuuya's question. His words are already punctuated by gasps for air, his voice quivering on the edge of a moan.]

I want to feel it for days.

[thetaintedsorrow]

I can definitely do that~

[Chuuya’s fingers brush teasingly over other-Chuuya’s cock while his other hand reaches down to undo his pants and free his own cock from its confines. He gives himself a few languid strokes, eager to be inside of the other but also enjoying the show.]

You want it from behind? Or do you wanna ride me?

[goatsongs]

[Tough question. Chuuya considers it while he slides a second finger into himself, spreading himself open wider for other-Chuuya to see.]

Behind. Show me what you can do.

[His own gaze is fixed on other-Chuuya's cock. It's a pleasure to be responsible for that erection, as much as it is a pleasure to have Chuuya's hand on him, and he lets out the first of many moans.]